Penny, Your Eyes

Penny, you and your two different
color eyes, one coffee brown, the
other green as the Florida trees in
our yards. Tonight, arrives with this
accompaniment belting out its tune
decades later about you,

And me with my eyes their common
questioning, rude and awkward with
curiosity, asking if it hurt to have your
eyes, asking if they had always been
that way.

Was I one of hundreds to teach you
patience, to teach you forgiveness,